Death At A Funeral Poem by Olalekan Ololade Sobande

Death at a funeral (My heart bleeds for our falling heroes)
POET: SOBANDE OLALEKAN Surajudeen
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I.
I was in the far away Lekki
My generation was on the other side protesting
Trying to revive Nigeria from her slumber
When I heard the spree of gunshots
My children were falling like a pack of cards.
Our peaceful protest has been betrayed,
Though I can look the sun in the face,
But the friends that I have lost in Lekki,
I dare not look at any;
They give us what they have eaten.
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II.
When the story shall be told,
No matter whose story it was,
The young generations shall surely commend October;
Our only sin - Peaceful protest.
We were all at Lekki singing our national anthem,
The zombies were busy singing war songs;
And chased death into our midst.
Nigeria is a cruel place
Sometimes a hell.

Tread. Drop. Dread Drop. Dead
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III.
I say I was in the far away Lekki
There where the heroes past and future mingle
There where the truth struggle reveals
There where time moves forwards and backwards
There where all the heroes arrive
There where the need for good and 'the doing good' matter.
I say I was in the far away Lekki
With hopes and aspirations
When I hear the spree of gunshots

Tread. Drop. Dread Drop. Dead.
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IV.
The casualties are not only those who are dead,
They are well out of it.
The casualties are not only those led away by night,
The casualties are not only those who started a fire,
And now cannot put it out.
The casualties are many.
Our tyrants politicians are all casualties.
The owners of the country have returned
The stay-at-home unsettled
The drums overwhelm the guns.
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May the souls of our lost heroes rest in Peace.